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Volume 2: The Long Road Chapter 63: Master Tactics?

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    "Idiot, Constance, you pressed in the wrong place again." Cliff put down the piccolo in his hand and tapped Constance on the forehead.

    Constance puffed up his cheeks, lowered his head in depression, looked at the piccolo in his hand, and rubbed his hand gently on the flute hole, "Obviously Uncle Cliff can't teach it."

    "Nonsense, look at my hands." Cliff put the flute in his hand in front of Constance's eyes, letting Constance see clearly the position of the flute holes where his thick fingers were pressing. "It's these two holes, Constance."  Stans, if you want to learn how to use a hunting flute, you must learn the fingering techniques."

    "This, I know this too." Constance compared it carefully and said dejectedly, "Oh, my hands are clumsy, keep going."

    The careless Constance was not good at these fine kung fu, which made Cliff helpless. "Keep going, your uncle and I were also clumsy at the time. Just practice more. Bobby, let me see."

    "Listen, Meow." Poppy lowered his head, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard on the piccolo in his hand.

    "Ugh" A sharp sound came from the small flute, which scared Constance and Cliff and quickly covered their ears. They looked at Bobby with a bitter look on their faces and said, "That's right, that's right.  Stop it quickly."

    Poppy blew out all the air in her stomach, and then the sharp flute sound stopped, and she waved the little flute triumphantly, "Sister, Poppy is awesome, meow!"

    "Oops." Constance bent down with an unhappy look on his face, pinched Poppy's face, and threatened "viciously": "Others play the flute for money, but Poppy plays the flute for life. Don't play like this again."  .¡±

    "Yes, yes, meow." Poppy kicked her short legs, surrendered and begged for mercy, and Constance let her down.

    ¡°Obviously I¡¯m jealous of Poppy¡¯s talent, my sister is an idiot, meow.¡± Poppy rubbed the swollen flesh on his face and muttered to himself.

    "I was interrupted by Bobby, uncle, let's continue." Constance took care of Bobby, relaxed, regained confidence, turned to Cliff, who was still picking his ears, and said.

    "What? Do you want to continue? Okay, but Constance, you have been pestering me for a day, can you tell me why you want to learn the flute!" Cliff asked for the first time.

    "Okay, okay." Constance couldn't stand Cliff's insistence, so she made some changes in her mind and told everything in detail.

    "What? Constance, you are too impulsive this time. Do you do this for a teammate you have only known for a few days? I'll go talk to the old man." After hearing Constance's bet, Cliff slapped his thigh.  He stood up and reported to the old man.

    "No, Uncle Cliff, I joined the Dragon Blood Team, they are my teammates, how can I ignore them?" Constance felt a little aggrieved and grabbed Cliff who was about to leave.

    Cliff looked at Constance's pleading look, and his heart softened. He sat back helplessly and said, "I'll let you go this time. You have to discuss this kind of decision with us next time. Don't forget that you are now  You are not an orphan, you have a group of relatives who are worried about you!"

    "I'm sorry, please continue teaching me, Uncle Cliff." Constance apologized sheepishly, put the flute in front of her again, and begged.

    "Okay, okay, but Constance, do you really think you can win a duel with a hunting flute, a weapon you are not yet proficient in?" Cliff asked, holding the white jade flute in his hand.

    "Uncle Cliff, did I say we were going to fight with a hunting whistle?" Constance covered her mouth and smiled.

    "You don't need a hunting flute? Then you ask me to teach you how to play the flute and read the music scores, aren't you just entertaining me?" Cliff said with a stern face, slightly angry.

    "No, no, no." Constance shook his finger proudly and continued: "I didn't say not to use the flute, I just didn't need it to fight. Uncle Cliff, don't get angry, listen to me slowly.  .¡±

    "I think so. Although I am not strong enough now, I can make up for the shortcomings in various aspects through the gain effect brought by playing the hunting flute." Constance expressed his thoughts.

    "That's true," Cliff thought in his mind for a while, then pointed out the loopholes in Constance's plan, "But you can't carry a hunting flute on your back after all. Carrying a hunting flute with a hand  When fighting with a sword, it gets in the way and affects movement!"

    There was a scene in Cliff¡¯s mind of Constance being slapped away by the monster because he was carrying a hunting whistle and moving slowly. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a chill and wanted to extinguish the unrealistic fantasy in Constance¡¯s mind.

    "Who said I have to carry it on my back? This duel is taking place in the training ground. I will just put the hunting whistle in the preparation area and it will be over." Constance had already inquired about the place where the training ground was fought.  By the standardsThe hunter is absolutely safe in the preparation area, so he came up with a way to increase his strength by playing in advance.

    Why did Constance put the hunting whistle in the preparation area instead of in the space bag?  Constance was not stupid enough to expose the magic weapon on his waist in front of everyone. Fortunately, he was doing it in a training ground. In the wild, this tactic could not be realized.

    "Sounds good. It seems that I can no longer call Constance a fool, but a master tactician!" Cliff slapped his head and found that his thinking was restricted, and he rehearsed Constance in his mind.  The tactics are greatly appreciated.

    "What a coincidence, what a coincidence." Constance stuck out her tongue, but the expression on her face could not hide her inner pride. She continued to ask Cliff for advice with her flute.

    Time always flies when needed. After a while, the moon hung high on the treetops.

    "Not bad, not bad." Under Cliff's careful instruction, Constance finally succeeded in playing a piece of music that increased power.

    "Uncle, thank you." Constance thanked him sincerely. The song that was not pleasant to listen to but was still complete was still lingering in his ears, and he felt very happy in his heart.

    Cliff looked at the night sky above his head, "We also pay attention to the balance between work and rest. It's getting late, let's go to dinner, but you can talk to your grandpa about this later, don't let him worry."

    "Okay." Constance nodded, thinking that she couldn't hide it, so she might as well tell her. After all, she had relatives who cared about her, and she didn't want them to worry.

    At dinner time, everyone took their seats and the food was served. Constance stood up uneasily and timidly told about the duel.

    "What? Constance, what are you doing? Hey, forget it, just solve it yourself. I won't say anything else." Just as Constance thought, Casey almost slapped the table. He wanted to "get angry."  "When Cathy saw Constance's pitiful appearance, her heart softened and she returned to her usual self.

    "Granddaughter, grandpa doesn't blame you, but don't do this next time. Tell the truth to grandpa, how sure are you of defeating that little hunter named Randy?" Casey took a sip of wine and calmed down.  Asked with resentment.

    To be honest, even with the buffing effects of various flute scores, Constance knew that he was no match for Randy, a fifth-level hunter, so he could only honestly raise three fingers and said: "Thirty percent, although I  I have a good idea, but I¡¯m only 30% sure.¡±

    "Thirty percent? There is little hope. Although the fifth-level hunter is weak, he is still much stronger than you are now." Casey analyzed quietly, "By the way, what is a good idea? Talk to grandpa."

    "That's it" Constance said what she said to Cliff again. The old man couldn't help but nodded and smacked his lips, sighing that Constance had a rich imagination.

    "That's right, Constance, you deserve to be a member of our Rollins family. You think well." Casey nodded and agreed.

    Casey¡¯s reaction made Constance¡¯s judgment on the feasibility of this plan reach a new level.

    "I believe my old friends don't want my granddaughter to be bullied by a level five hunter." Casey encouraged Constance a few words and thought about his old friends' ideas.

    "Then I'll take the good advice from grandpa." Constance smiled and sat back, immersed in the food in front of him without saying a word. He was still memorizing the music score in his head, worrying about the duel the day after tomorrow.

    Today¡¯s recommendation ticket has not arrived, so we will continue to implement it tomorrow. If we receive a strong recommendation tomorrow afternoon, why not continue to work hard for two updates next week?

    ??Also, if you are a friend who does not play Monster Hunter and reads my novels, I hope you can leave a message and tell me what parts you don¡¯t understand or can¡¯t figure out, and I will work hard to improve it in the future.

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